[The dark edges were pushing in deeper, his head lolling back on his neck. So this was it. He was finally going to die. He had given into his sentimentality and tried to save Bryn instead of quietly slitting her throat on the table as he should.
Well, by now he had expected it. This beast with her face would devour him, and he at least hoped he would bleed out before-
And you will leave every one of your charges to die, coward.
-his father's voice rings through his head like a slap.
Get up, Hugh. NOW!
He groans, biting his lip hard enough to bleed, cutting into his foggy mind with a new pain. The focus is just enough for his spell circle to become more solid. Still wavering but there. MAYBE a Luna would be enough to stop her, but if it wasn't enough such a strong spell would drain him completely. No, he has to... has to... lead her away.
With a 'pop' of rushing air and purple magic he is gone, leaving a pool of blood and his fucking arm behind.
He doesn't get nearly as far as he had hoped- his Warp was already crippled by the wards of this place, but even so at best he is outside the room. Another hop. Another. The trail of blood is strange, looking more like pools of gore were simple dabbed there by an amused god rather than someone actually dragging themselves away. He reaches the stairs:
If you go down you will lead her right to them. Up, as far away as possible and hold your ground. If anyone is patrolling the sound will bring them to you.
Wise enough words. He struggles to his feet, only willpower keeping him going. He can't warp again, he's too exhausted. So he will have to walk it.
All. The way. Up.
Praying he gave himself enough space with his magic that she won't catch up instantly he makes his way up. Step by agonizing step. By the time he reaches the Solarium there is nothing left, and he hits the ground with a weak cry.]
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Well, by now he had expected it. This beast with her face would devour him, and he at least hoped he would bleed out before-
And you will leave every one of your charges to die, coward.
-his father's voice rings through his head like a slap.
Get up, Hugh. NOW!
He groans, biting his lip hard enough to bleed, cutting into his foggy mind with a new pain. The focus is just enough for his spell circle to become more solid. Still wavering but there. MAYBE a Luna would be enough to stop her, but if it wasn't enough such a strong spell would drain him completely. No, he has to... has to... lead her away.
With a 'pop' of rushing air and purple magic he is gone, leaving a pool of blood and his fucking arm behind.
He doesn't get nearly as far as he had hoped- his Warp was already crippled by the wards of this place, but even so at best he is outside the room. Another hop. Another. The trail of blood is strange, looking more like pools of gore were simple dabbed there by an amused god rather than someone actually dragging themselves away. He reaches the stairs:
If you go down you will lead her right to them. Up, as far away as possible and hold your ground. If anyone is patrolling the sound will bring them to you.
Wise enough words. He struggles to his feet, only willpower keeping him going. He can't warp again, he's too exhausted. So he will have to walk it.
All. The way. Up.
Praying he gave himself enough space with his magic that she won't catch up instantly he makes his way up. Step by agonizing step. By the time he reaches the Solarium there is nothing left, and he hits the ground with a weak cry.]